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¡patria o muerte!
Homeland or death – that’s what the sign on the wall says. I do not know if there is any connection between that and the headless statue (other than the connection I made in my mind, that is), but at any rate, those things did all fit within my viewfinder.
Havana, Cuba
photographed 11.7.2022
which way the wind will blow
If you are from someplace where the wind fails to blow nearly every single damn day, you may not understand why people from the Plains will immediately get that this shot was made in an always-windy locale.
Deaf Smith County, Texas
photographed 11.13.2021
alley wagon (also hippies)
Of course you already know, probably, that I will always walk down an alley if walking down an alley is an option. That’s where the most interesting things are.
Anyway, I enjoyed finding this Radio Flyer wagon and a wonky basketball goal lined up this way. And then later, I also enjoyed noticing that the tiny sign above the door notes it as the “hippies and explorers entrance.” I understand the peace sign as a graphic for hippies, so I assume the coffee (or tea) cup is for all the explorers out there.
(And while I technically was an explorer that morning – and could by some metrics also be considered a hippie – I failed to utilize that entrance. A missed opportunity, for sure.)
Cisco, Texas
photographed 8.7.2022
three random words
I mean, the locals know what this sign refers to. And so do I.
But it is more amusing to think about it as just three random words, doubly stated, along a highway. (Yes: I AM easily amused.)
near Cisco, Texas
photographed 8.7.2022
they brought in the flag
I thought I was just taking a photo through a barber shop windows – barber shops are one of my favorite businesses to photograph. I made the image. I went on with my day, which in this case included a late-afternoon flight to Rome and then on to Sicily. When I made the photo, I thought the main thing was that US flag draped on the back of the chair. It seemed so simple, a thing that’s done at the end of every barbering day. It’s the kind of story-telling details I look for.
So the weird thing is that a month later when I edited this image, I noticed the Sicilian and Italians flags on the wall and a couple of other Sicilian things on the wall. They were there all along, of course, but it took my journey to realize what I had already seen.
Travel’s like that: it’ll open your eyes in ways you can’t anticipate.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.28.2022
One Day | One Image 